Chapter 2: Everywhere

Your eyes, your lips, your hair well you were everywhere out there – Sleeping to Dream by Jason Mraz

Donna looked around the old-looking room. It didn't give the impression like anyone had been in there in decades. She made a face at the plainness of the dormitory. Somehow, though, she knew that the year was the 1920s... But what was she doing in the 1920s? It was impossible that she had ever been in that time-period before and it wasn't like she'd seen it in any old movie because it wasn't in black and white or anything and... It was like she was living it. Or she had before and she was just, remembering it vividly in a dream.

Then she heard it; that loud buzzing sound. It was like there was a giant wasp in the room...

Just then she walked to the curtains and opened them and found just that. A giant wasp with its stinger pointed straight at her, ready to kill her. Donna let out a horrified screech and began calling for him again. That man.

"Doctor! DOCTOR!"

"Donna? Donna? Can you hear me? I'm asking if you want some jam or butter on your toast!" Sylvia's voice broke through her reverie and Donna now found herself sitting in the breakfast nook.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "I... When did I get down here?" Last thing she remembered she was in her room getting dressed and now...

Wilf gave her an odd look, "You've been here for quite a while now, darling. Are you alright?"

Donna wasn't sure if she was, but she wouldn't tell them that even if it killed her. She just shook her head, "Fine... Just preoccupied, I suppose... I better be off to work before-"

As she got up to get going, she realized how much it was snowing out. Donna bit back a small groan. February and there was a blizzard going on outside. It was usually much nicer this time of year. But considering it hadn't started snowing until late December that winter, this must be it coming back to bite them in the behind. Getting to work was going to be trouble today, to say the least. Nevertheless, she got ready for work and called in to let them know she was going to be a bit late. She couldn't stay home what with the weird day she was having. She needed to get away from her own head and going to work would do just that, distract her from the insanity of her own head.

Donna said her farewells, trying to ignore the pounding in the side of her head and walked out of the house into the cold, bitter winter air.

It was hazy. They were in a metal room with bars and one single cot... Was this a jail cell? What were they doing there? Beside her sat that wonderful man she'd been calling the Doctor. He was arguing with a pretty, thin blonde girl who stood by the metal bars.

Then the dreamed skipped and she was standing beside him as well. He was talking with a woman named Martha and was being very mean to the blonde girl Jenny. She was his daughter after all and he was just pushing her away. Oi, was Donna going to give him a piece of her mind when he got off the phone.

At trying to convince Jenny that she wasn't a part of them, Donna found herself frowning, "She belongs with us. With you. She's your daughter." She looked at him incredulously. How could such an intelligent man be so thick?

"She's a soldier! She came out of that machine!" He said. The hatred that came laced around his words actually startled Donna a bit. She had never seen him like this... What was up with him?

"Oh yes, I know that bit." She snapped right back. She wasn't about to let him get away with talking to the poor girl like she was not a person but a thing. Regardless of where she came from, she was his daughter, Jenny had his DNA, and there was... Suddenly, an idea hit Donna and she knew how to show him that this was real.

"Listen, have you got that stethoscope?" She asked him, and then said, "Give it to me. Come on." It was like she was trying to coax a nine-year-old into giving up the TV remote.

Sighing, she watched as he reached into his pocket and handed her the tool she asked for. Putting it on, Donna turned to Jenny and saw how slightly startled the girl looked, having never seen one of the things Donna had on before. "What are you doing?" Jenny asked her, prepared to take a step back.

"It's all right. Just, hold still," Donna tried to soothe her worry and pressed the stethoscope to her chest and listened. After a moment she found what she was looking for and smiled a bit to herself when she pressed it to the right side.

Turning back to the impossible man standing off to the side watching her, stone faced, she said, "Come here. Listen." She handed it over to him, "And then tell me where she belongs."

Donna stepped aside as he did as he was told. She directed where to put the stethoscope when and watched his face. He took it off when he had heard enough and took a step back. "Two hearts." She heard him say flatly as he went into a corner and watched Jenny through narrowed eyes.

"Exactly," Donna whispered.

The girl looked between the two confused, "What's going on?"

"Donna? I said if you wanted coffee? What's going on with you today?" A female voice broke thickly through her reverie and she wasn't too sure how she felt about that.

Donna looked up to find her co-worker Annie staring back at her, eyes filled with concern. "I'm sorry, what?"

The ginger woman looked around her cubicle and the office in confusion. When had she gotten there? She didn't even remember getting on the train to work or anything... It had happened again; same thing that she had been experiencing all morning and it was quite frightening to her. She continued to black out and have these vivid dreams with this stranger and she no longer knew what to do.

Hearing Annie repeat the question, Donna shook her head frantically, "N-no... No. I don't want anything. I think I need some fresh air, I'm gonna go for a walk," she said quickly. Looking frazzled and ignoring the weather outside, Donna quickly left the office building.

What was going on with her? She was losing her mind! It was like her brain and body didn't seem to connect anymore. She was having crazy vivid dreams about a man who she met only once. These crazy vivid dreams that could almost be… memories? No… They couldn't be! It was all too…

I hope you are enjoying so far! Please, do let me know your thoughts. Also, I forgot to put in a disclaimer: Nope, I own nothing for now except my imagination, and even that I think I borrowed!